For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. I am not prying for my own amusement.
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